The one where i didn't care about being sick

[napoopa]

I went previous twenty like five times before deciding i was going back there. back there and back then and i can't fucking wait.. you'll see me and i'll be dancing and i'll hug the shit out of you but we probably won't talk much cause there's nothing to say that hasn't already been said. where's my coffee table? meh. fuck it.

She set her alarm and stayed up to call me on my birthday. I love it and i love this and i love you and i never want it to be more. i never want it to be too much to handle and i just wanna play so lets move on and do it.

Five more bruises and a frostbitten foot had to be a good time right?

Smiles from fargo.